Which is funny since many religious branches restrict the amount of alcohol consumed and yet Americans use the holiday to get damn drunk...and I (this year) was no exception. St. Patrick's Day is one of those holidays that has been absconded by Americans as an excuse to party and often no one has any idea the history behind the true holiday....must in the same way that so many thing Cinco de Mayo is Mexican Independence Day or have no idea that Mardi Gras is also a Catholic Holiday.
Oh well, I'm Scottish and not Catholic so it really doesn't matter. Haha.
This post isn't really about who is Irish or not. Who is Catholic or not. Hell it really is about drinking. This Saturday (yes, I know St. Patty's was on Sunday) I went with my sister, ex sister in laws (yes plural) and a friend of theirs on a PubCrawl through downtown Portland.
I had my first ever Irish Car Bomb (okay...first, second and third ever), we met lots of "new friends", had to hid the fact one sister-in-law drunkingly lifted a microphone, be hugged by hippies, had a visit with St. Patrick himself, ate Voodoo doughnuts and managed to have a pretty good evening.
Oh yea...and this happened: